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 Aug 2015 Crystal Wright
Neex
Okay,
I know that I nag,
And I'm so annoying,
I always ramble,
And you put up with it.

See the thing is,
I haven't cared this much,
Not in a while,
And I don't want to lose you.

I'm scared,
That you'd break down,
And I wouldn't be there,
Or you might do something drastic,
Cuz I'll forever have nightmares.

You're so important to me,
I don't know why,
But I want to feel your heart aching,
I want you to know that I'll always care.

And that's why it kills me,
I never get to know,
If you're dying slowly,
Or I fill you with joy,
If you're incredibly happy,
Or I've made things worse.

I care so much,
And I love you so much,*
You're the most realistic friendship,
That I've ever had,
And I don't want to discomfort you,
But I'm scared that I'll lose you,
It'll all be my fault,
For not trying hard enough.
Use this against me and I'll **** you.
 Aug 2015 Crystal Wright
Chesca R
Would things had been different if you knew

How much I thought

And dreamt of you.


Would things had been different if I had said-

Our memories unfold;

They're on replay in my head.


Would things had been different if I confessed

That all my writings were made for you

Through hurt, through moments, through poeticness.


Maybe if I had, things would have been different-

Maybe it would no longer be you and she.

Maybe instead it would have been

You and me.
idek. old feelings. old thoughts. old me.
I am tired;
tired of waking, tired of sleeping,
tired of crying, tired of holding back tears,
tired of breathing, tired of holding my breath,
tired of working hard, tired of being lazy,
tired of living, tired of dying,
tired of love, tired of hate,
tired of dreams, tired of dreamless nights,
tired of thoughts, tired of blankness of mind,
tired.
Now that you've left me
where am I supposed
to go.
The less of me there is
the more I feel at home.

So I build my house
on emptiness, the nothing
in my soul.
Chipping away the
pieces, and digging
my own hole.

There is a flight from deep
within, a rushing urge
to leave.
So I leave behind my
nothingness and rip my heart
from it's sleeve.
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